I was sent an email from one of my readers, and it's so good I thought I'd share it with you. This is from Churba who lives in Australia,
I was hanging about after work with a workmate while he had his usual after-work ciggie, and we hang around talking while he does so, because I'm waiting for a lift. We can hear the street racers having a few runs nearby, no cause for concern, and they've been going at it for about ten minutes.
Still just standing around chilling, We hear a run going, and suddenly a long screech and a weird thump. We figure one bloke has just hit a pole, nothing to worry about, saunter over and have a look once Big L finishes his smoke. Then, about two seconds after we come to this conclusion, we hear a bloke start screaming, followed by a few people following suit, but nothing like this bloke, he was really giving it some stick.
Big L and I have taken one look at each other and started running, and I'm already pulling my Small First aid kit from my bag(I'm a Rover, be prepared, all that Scouts b*****ks – Plus, its a handy thing to have) we arrive at the scene, and we see a boy-racer with some heavy frontal damage, and a buggered windscreen parked sideways about 40 metres up the road, and a crowd of people clustered around a bloke on the ground, and we couldn't see much else.
We start shoving our way through the crowd, I'm waving my first aid kid about as we shove people out of the way, and they are slowly getting the idea we're here to help – until one scared looking pollock – I'm assuming the driver of the car, as he is dead white, scared and obviously juiced on adrenaline – tried to block our way, as the bloke on the floor lets out another scream as this dickhead accidentally bumps his leg trying to bar us from helping – by now, we can see the bloke is in an obviously bad way – The bloke is just shoving me back going “Not a chance mate, He's screaming in pain, you can't help with that” – and Big L has finally caught up to me and shoves him out of the way just as I shout at him – Quoting yourself – “Good! Screaming means You're still ALIVE!” And going to ground next to the poor b*****d, I check him over quickly as Big L starts moving people back to give me some room, and to stop people freaking out, starting at the legs, going up – obvious Two Broken
Legs, and From the small amount of blood on his jeans, Probably open fractures, a bunch of Fractured Ribs
(At this point, I'm hoping he doesn't go into respiratory or cardiac Arrest, because I really, really don't want to do CPR onto fractured ribs)
I also discover he has a broken arm, and as I check his neck for wounding, I find a small, deep wound just under his jaw – Which is spurting blood, which you and I both know means artery.
Immediately, very quickly check the wound to see if there is anything in there that might get worse if I apply pressure, and then I whip off my work shirt and start applying some pressure – I for a moment take one hand and grab my mobile phone and hand it to Big L, telling him to dial 000 (Our version of 999), get an ambulance on speakerphone and hold it over to me.
He does so, and when we get onto the dispatcher, I give her as many details as possible after I have given the address, but when I get to the cut neck, she asks for more detail, sounding rather less than worried about it, While this bloke is coughing some, managing to spray blood on my chest and face, but thankfully, He completely misses my eyes and mouth. Now, I'm getting REALLY worried, because this poor bugger is losing juice fast, and something from one of your blog posts reminded me of the name of the Artery that runs just under the Jaw – So I tell her it is severed artery, most likely the Left Mylo-hyoid artery. She pays serious attention to that, and shoots an ambo out to us, and offering verbal assistance, I just ask if I should keep the pressure on it, which she replies with a positive, which I do until the EMTs get there, and they take over – Just as they are about to load the Bloke in he half gurgles, half says that he's scared – So looking to the EMT who was now applying his pressure, who nodded at me, I hopped in and grabbed his hand, and just kept telling him how he was going to be right, and how we were really close to the hospital, just reassuring him as much as I could.
When I was washing the blood off of myself, one of the EMT's comes up behind me and pats me on the shoulder, saying “Mate – You saved that bloke's life” and I tried to tell him that I'm a Rover, we are meant to help the public in situations like that, I'm trained in advanced First aid, blah blah blah, and he's stopped me and gone “Nah, mate, Not just that – how you gave the detail about his Mylo-hyoid being cut – If you hadn't of mentioned that it was an artery, It would have been dropped in priority to an broken bone call, and he would have bled out.”
A top bloke, I think you'll agree, and I'm glad that the EMT took time out to tell him.